Sleepless in Suburbs
Monday 24th June, Story #176/366
He can't sleep. He's only come up to bed because his mother prompted him to. You have work tomorrow. He's almost eighteen and she's still... well... mothering him. It's nearly midnight. You're still a growing lad.
He's been lying in bed for ages, not in the least bit sleepy. He wants to go back downstairs and get a drink, but he hasn't heard her come up yet, and he's got nothing on.
He hears the front door. Oh good, she's letting the cat in. Nigel would only meowww on the doorstep all night, else. Surely now she'll go to bed.
He waits, and waits. At last, his bladder forces him to move. Sighing, he pulls on a pair of bottoms and pads across to the bathroom. He could just get himself a drink of water right here... but something nudges and pecks at him. The house feels eerily quiet.
It's just because Jesse is away at camp, and Dad isn't back 'til tomorrow. That's all.
"Mum? Mum?" he calls out. No reply. Weird.
Probably didn't hear him. He doesn't want to shout any louder, he might wake Leah, his little sister.
He makes his way downstairs. That strange empty feeling persists.
Eddy, the bull terrier, hasn't come barreling towards him. That's it. Eddie never misses a trick, normally. You move a muscle, and he wants to come on an adventure with you. If he hears someone moving about the house in the middle of the night, he startles awake and barks.
Thirst-quenching mission forgotten for the time being, he wanders through to the kitchen. All the lights have been left on.
"Meowwwwww!" Nigel is hollering on the doorstep... so she didn't let him in.
He opens the door for the cat, and steps outside, the gravel harsh on his bare feet. It's dark. The streetlamps are off. He walks to the pavement, thinking she might have brought Eddy out here to pee. Glances up and down the sleepy street- there!
Eddy's standing beside an open van door. His mother's brightly coloured lounge pants are visible even in the dim light. She's hugging somebody. Some guy. Relief they're OK turns to... something else.
What the actual fuck?
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Word count excluding note: 366
Submitted on Monday 24th June at 18.34
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Comments (11)
Followed the link here from #177. Mom's gonna have some 'splainin' to do.
I really mirrored that - relief she was ok and then...
Ewww, she a nasty woman! I hope Eddy bites her. Fingers crossed!
Oh no. I thought something quite awful had happened… and it has, just not the bloodbath I was expecting! This was fab.
Now that's a twist I wasn't expecting!
Go to bad, damn’t! Mama wants a little action.
I thought this was going to go somewhere way else. Then I was relieved, and then shocked! I was really with the character on this one. Now I need more!
Thank you for the interesting and delicious content. Follow my story now.
I was thinking similarly to Gabriela where they were going to be dead. Very interesting twist here!
Oh that was unexpected. I actually thought she was dead.. because of all the eerieness of the place and all. At least she has a reason for the lights being left on, but still.. cheating. wow! Great stuff!
First para, nice twisting about mothers 😁😁😁. At the middle freezy! Nice job LC. Liked it!!!